Among Thousand Journeys

Dilemmas

His words were authoritatively difficult to tell with words. I still am

put his hand away when Shaih was gone

from before me.

Slowly I got up, in my mind came up

the passion to do more

amaliyah, so that I may not be conquered by evil demons and jinn.

I too immediately rushed home. Until at the pesantren has dawn, I immediately take ablution water and morning prayers, finished my prayers are mandatory.

And then go to sleep. At 11 pm go to the river bath, after bathing I return to the boarding school, there are Tigers and Mr. Abdulloh guest Kyai.

I immediately greeted, Mr. Abdulloh asked,

“Which person is this?” the question is short while

laughingly.

“People Tuban sir.” My answer is also short. Our

also chat at length, because it turns out we are neighbors of the village, one sub-district.

Like meeting a brother. After a long time we chatted suddenly Mr. Abdulloh said

aimed at the Tigers.

“Can, this Ian mated with my sister, fits Can?” abdulloh said to me in shock.

I'm shocked, it's nothing, frankly though

I never felt inferior because

my misery, but seeing Mr. Abdullah

rich, got a lot of companies, cars

fancy lined, cook wants me to be his sister, ah I'm not the type of person

matrialistic, I'm the type of person who is happy in poverty,,

Difficult and difficult if rich, dreams become rich never imagined in my mind, because not my ideals, my ideals are trivial, happy in the path of Allah, this malh offered marriage by

billionaires, ah no…!

“Wah fits once pack,” says Tiger ogling meaningfully.

“Alah don't joke ah, later so real.”

I said rickety.

“How joke? This is serious.” said sir

Abdulloh.

“Wah I have not dared to mate sir,”

“Do not be barren, not good quality, not working, ckakaka..” Tiger ngakak.

“Eh don't think... at most you are flabby,

must be helped with lidi...” I said annoyed with Tigers if joking like to delay, although I admit there is no friend of mine as good as Tigers.

“Where, want to?” ask Abdul

urgent.

“Wah lah lah sir, I think first, I think first,

after all, Mr. Abdullah does not know who I am?”

“Halah don't think much, karatan hunt.”

The tiger again.

After the Tiger and Mr. Abdulloh left I thought, ah maybe Alloh again tried me, how far I resisted temptation.

I'm getting serious in my wirid, nothing

time without wires to the point that all are wired

the ones charged by Kyai finished all.

That night I was called Kyai to face,,

“What's Kyai?” I said, after being in front

Kyai.

“This is nawari,” Kyai said while laughing.

“Awari what Kyai?”

“Nawari marriage, Ian mas come along, later seen

fits what not, if suitable, yes good, let

ian is a person here, let it be close to the same

Kyai.”

Once again, people offered marriage, I thought

am I it time for marriage? Or is this

just a test from Alloh? I don't know.

That night I followed Kyai riding a hydraulic gazelle car sliding to the destination, to a Salafid boarding school, not far from my pesantren, about 10 kilos, to the,,

Pesantren I went to, quite a lot of her manners, her lodging place from

bamboo roofed reed leaves, and more impressive pesantren not at all electric, because in this pesantren is not allowed to use electricity, so lighting using oil lamps, me, I, kyai and driver are immediately welcome.

After sitting down, Laila Aulya

betrothed me out, brought food and drink, and,,

Kyai then poked my arm,

“Where is beautiful not?” kyai said in a whispering tone.

I unconsciously looked at the girl

put drinks in front. Mak deg! I

stunned to see the sparkle of stars in

laila's eyes.

Wow perfect beauty, nose style Indian artist. Makes me accidentally stroke my cheek, because imagining that if my cheek was kissed by it I was more afraid that my nose would be hurt by the taper of the nose.

Lips that like formed with care ranum and seemed to store various fruit flavors, ah I so digress,

“Udah don't look at him for long.” whispered Kyai.

Mak deg! When Laila's eyes rolled

fortunately, I was sitting on a chair, if

standing up maybe I immediately fell

fainting,,

I am a regular guy, who still has

feeling like a man in general, but I also Febrian dwarf man with a myriad of shortcomings, one of my dwarfism is not dare to marry too beautiful, fearing it will be damaged if I touch with my rough hands.

Laila to me is too beautiful and expensive, ah I want the usual, I do not want to be too in love and put aside Alloh, I do not want to complain Alloh, better not accept, I do not accept, before this love was plunged into captivating all my life.

Forget who I am,

“Beautiful once, Kyai.” whispered.

“Ya then no need,” Kyai whispered as if

I have read my heart. And feel me

freed from the mountains. Mak plong's.

We talked to Kyai Ghofur

late at night, and back to the boarding house

Boyfriend with a feeling of relief.

The morning had just moved, I put clothes and necessities into my butut butut backpack, to go to Jakarta to make money for my needs to live in the pesantren.

Well this is my life, living in pesantren if there is money, if the money runs out, yes I have to dance again, even though the food has been rationed kyai, but I am a person who does not like to continue to be a pest, yes I have to dance again, my life is the one I have to live and finance.

Fortunately there is still money to go to Jakarta, to

my friend's place, the tiger's place or my friend's place

Karim at Cipinang Muara.

After saying goodbye to Kyai I left, only a hundred meters away was a car behind me. Mr. Jahru. Second-hand boss, Kyai's guest has me.

I stopped, and the car was blue

stop next to me, the glass door opens immediately,

“Come aboard..!” said Mr. Jahru, with laughter

characteristically.

“Where are you going mas?” ask after I sit in the seat.

“Ke Jakarta sir.” take me lightly.

“Wah then Ian not anther, then,

Where's the jakartan?”

“Ke Cipinang Muara pak.” The car is on the road, too,

there is a lot of money, so don't have to spend money.

Mr. Jahru, is a successful businessman of goods

ex, the quiet guy doesn't talk much, man,

according to the story he was a poor man, school only maybe up to grade 4 Elementary.

Then migrated to Jakarta and became a scavenger, one day he scavenged visited by the owner of an iron factory to clean scrap iron, well at the time

which almost simultaneously came also people asked to be sent back iron, then Mr. Jahru was just passing.

That's the beginning of his sculptor's career uphill, now that he has the tools

heavy kyak bulldozer. On the way up

Jakarta I don't talk much with sir

Jahru, I was escorted to Cipinang Muara,,

Seriate....